Theo grabbed Kota by the front of his shirt and dragged him toward the massive four-poster bed, the burgundy velvet comforter already pushed aside.
The cupid outfit strained against his pale skin, the lace so thin it might as well have been painted on.
His tiny cocklet was fully hard now, the head poking through the delicate fabric, and his eyes were glazed with the first wave of aphrodisiac heat.
“Come here, darling,” Theo purred, his voice thick with need.
“Let me show you what the best sixteen hours of your life feels like.”
Kota barely had time to kick off his jeans before Theo was on him, pushing him down onto the bed with surprising strength.
Sebastian scrambled up behind them, his own cupid outfit barely clinging to his trembling frame.
The moment Kota’s back hit the sheets, Sebastian was already moving, positioning himself over Kota’s face, his plump cheeks spreading as he lowered himself down.
“Please, Kota,” Sebastian gasped, his voice high and desperate.
“I need your mouth.
I need it so badly.
I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Kota didn’t hesitate.
He grabbed Sebastian’s hips and pulled him down, burying his face between those soft, pale cheeks.
His tongue found Sebastian’s hole immediately, already slick with sweat.
Sebastian moaned loudly, his back arching, his hands flying forward to grip the headboard.
The sound was so raw, so desperate, that it sent a jolt straight to Kota’s cock.
At the same moment, Theo positioned himself between Kota’s legs.
He looked up with those big, glassy eyes, his lips parted, a thin strand of drool already leaking from the corner of his mouth.
“I’ve been practicing, darling.
Every night.
Just for you.
I think I can take it all now.”
He leaned down and wrapped his lips around the head of Kota’s cock, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles.
Kota groaned into Sebastian’s ass, the dual sensation nearly overwhelming.
Theo’s mouth was hot and wet and impossibly eager, his throat already relaxing as he pushed himself down further.
Kota’s cock was massive, over eight inches of thick, veiny meat, but Theo took it like it was nothing.
He bobbed his head slowly at first, his cheeks hollowing with each downward slide, his throat bulging visibly as he took more and more.
Gluck.
Gluck.
Gluck.
The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, mixing with the even wetter sounds of Kota’s tongue working Sebastian’s hole.
Theo’s pace quickened, his head bobbing faster, his throat opening wider.
The aphrodisiac was clearly working overtime, because he was taking the entire length with only a couple of gags, his nose pressing against Kota’s pubic bone on every other stroke.
“Mmmph—Kota—your mouth—oh god—I’m going to cum already—”
Sebastian’s words dissolved into a high-pitched wail as his hips bucked against Kota’s face.
His thighs trembled on either side of Kota’s head, his fingers white-knuckled on the headboard.
He came with a shuddering cry, his tiny cocklet spurting weakly across the sheets, but the aphrodisiac kept him hard, kept him needy, kept him grinding down for more.
Kota’s own climax was building fast.
Theo’s throat was working him over with a skill that shouldn’t have been possible, every swallow and every flick of his tongue pushing Kota closer to the edge.
The sounds alone were enough to make him dizzy, the constant gluck-gluck-gluck of Theo’s throat, the slurping of his own tongue in Sebastian’s ass, the desperate moans of both his boyfriends echoing off the walls.
He came hard, his hips bucking up into Theo’s mouth, thick ropes of cum flooding down his boyfriend’s throat.
Theo swallowed every drop, his throat milking Kota’s cock for all it was worth, his eyes fluttering in pure ecstasy.
When he finally pulled off, his lips were swollen and shiny, a thin string of spit connecting his mouth to Kota’s glistening head.
“More,” Theo breathed, already crawling up Kota’s body.
“I need more.
I need you inside me.”
They switched positions in a tangle of limbs and lace.
Kota ended up behind Sebastian, who was bent over on all fours, his ass in the air, his cupid outfit bunched around his waist.
The round base of the bow and arrow was still pressed between his cheeks, a reminder of what was coming.
Theo was beneath him, lying on his back, his legs spread wide, his lips already seeking Sebastian’s.
Kota lined himself up with Sebastian’s slick, fluttering hole and pushed in with one long, brutal thrust.
The stretch was immediate and intense, Sebastian’s walls clamping down around him like a fist.
The sound that came out of Sebastian’s mouth was somewhere between a scream and a sob, swallowed immediately by Theo’s hungry kiss.
Kota set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming forward with wet, meaty plaps that echoed through the room.
Sebastian’s ass rippled with every impact, the cheeks jiggling violently, the lace of his outfit tearing under the strain.
He came quickly, his body convulsing, his moans vibrating against Theo’s lips.
Kota followed moments later, burying himself deep and flooding Sebastian’s insides with another massive load.
But it wasn’t enough.
Nothing was ever enough tonight.
Kota grabbed Theo and folded him into a full nelson, his arms hooked under Theo’s legs, his hands locked behind Theo’s head.
Theo’s ass was presented perfectly, spread wide and waiting.
Sebastian crawled between them, his lips wrapping around Theo’s tiny cocklet while Kota lined himself up and slammed home.
Theo screamed, his body arching, his hole stretching around Kota’s massive girth.
“I love you!” Theo cried, his voice cracking.
“I love you so much, Kota!
Don’t stop!
Please don’t stop!”
“I love you too,” Kota growled, pounding into him with everything he had.
“I love both of you.
So fucking much.”
They came together, Theo’s scream swallowed by Sebastian’s mouth, his cocklet spurting weakly as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.
Kota kept going, driving through the aftershocks, chasing his own release until it crashed over him like a wave.
He filled Theo to the brim, cum leaking out around his thrusting cock and dripping down Theo’s thighs.
Then it was Sebastian’s turn again.
Kota put him in the same full nelson, folding him like a pretzel, his ass exposed and helpless.
Theo positioned himself between Sebastian’s legs, his mouth already watering, his tongue lapping at Sebastian’s cocklet with desperate enthusiasm.
Kota fucked the dogshit out of him, slamming into that tight heat with relentless force, each thrust making Sebastian’s eyes roll back and his moans turn into incoherent babbling.
They came together, the three of them, a tangle of limbs and cum and sweat and whispered declarations of love.
An hour had passed, but the aphrodisiac was still burning hot in Theo and Sebastian’s veins.
They switched positions again, Theo on his knees with Kota’s cock buried in his throat while Sebastian ate his ass from behind.
Mixed with the wet, sloppy noises of rimming, all of it punctuated by the constant thwap-thwap-thwap of skin on skin.
Kota came down Theo’s throat, and Theo came untouched, his body shaking with the force of it.
Outside the room, in the shadows of the hallway, a crowd was gathering.
Beckett, still wrapped in his blanket burrito, had positioned himself directly outside Theo’s door.
His pale face was expressionless, his eyes fixed on the wood as if he could see through it.
“Suboptimal,” Beckett muttered to himself, his voice a quiet monotone.
“The thrust-to-withdrawal ratio is inconsistent.
He’s rushing the buildup instead of allowing the sexual tension to properly marinate.
The mating press was passable, but the angle lacked the necessary torque for maximum prostate stimulation.
And the rimming technique leaves much to be desired.
Sebastian is using too much tongue and not enough suction.
If he wants to properly stimulate the anal sphincter, he needs to apply consistent pressure to the perineum while alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks.
The current approach is amateurish at best.
Kota’s stamina is impressive, but his form is deteriorating.
He’s relying too heavily on speed when he should be focusing on depth and rhythm.
The full nelson was a good choice, but he released it too early.
You can’t just—”
He continued muttering, completely ignoring the fact that he was wrapped in blankets and shivering with fever.
In the twins’ room, Corey emerged from the covers, his white hair a mess, his lips swollen and slick.
He had just finished sucking off Elliot, and his expression was a mixture of satisfaction and intense curiosity.
“Crikey,” he said, sitting up.
“They fuck like animals in there.
No fair.
I want a turn.”
Elliot, who was lying naked with his ginger curls spread across the pillow, propped himself up on one elbow.
“We could go spy on them.
The door’s probably unlocked.
Kota never remembers to lock it when he’s in the middle of a marathon.”
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“Already ahead of ya, mate.”
Grayson stirred, blinking awake.
He reached over and shook the cum-covered form of Riley, who was sprawled across the massive Alaskan king bed, still mostly unconscious.
“Hey.
Wake up.
We’re going to spy on the lovers.”
Riley’s eyes snapped open instantly.
“Spying?
On Kota and Theo and Sebastian?
While they’re fucking?
I’m in.
I’m so in.
Let me find my pants.”
“leave em off cutie”
As they all stepped out of the twins’ room, they realized they were not the first to hear the commotion.
Griss, the new pool boy, was pressed against the wall near Theo’s door, his pants down around his ankles, his hand flying over his tiny cocklet.
His eyes were glassy, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps, and he was muttering Theo’s name like a prayer.
Beckett was still there too, still wrapped in his blanket burrito, still not hard, still not jerking off, just standing there and providing his running commentary.
“The dirty talk is adequate but lacks specificity,” Beckett was saying.
“If Kota truly wanted to maximize Sebastian’s arousal, he should be describing in detail the exact sensations he’s experiencing.
‘You feel so good’ is generic.
‘Your walls are gripping me like a vice’ would be far more effective.
Also, the lack of spanking is concerning.
A well-timed slap to the perineum can amplify prostate stimulation by up to forty-seven percent.”
Corey stared at him for a long moment, then turned to Elliot.
“Is he always like this?”
“Always,” Elliot confirmed.
“Especially when he’s sick.
The fever makes him more analytical.”
In Camilo’s room, the housekeeper was lying on his bed, one hand moving furiously between his legs.
His pink robe was thrown open, his chest heaving, his dark curls spread across the pillow.
The sounds of the marathon sex drifted through the walls, and Camilo moaned loudly, his hips bucking into his own hand.
“Ay, dios mío,” he gasped, his voice thick with arousal.
“These sluts drive me fucking crazy!
Who’s dick do I have to clean to have a rough lover like that?
Huh?
I’ve been good.
I’ve been so good.
I deserve a man who can fuck me like that.
I deserve a man who can make me scream like that.
These pinche pendejos are going to be the death of meeeee!!!”
Back outside Theo’s room, Corey had reached his limit.
He was tired of standing in the hallway like a cuckold while the sounds of the best sex of his life echoed through the door.
He grabbed Elliot by the arm, then Grayson, then Riley, and dragged them all toward the door.
“Alright, that’s it,” Corey announced, his Aussie accent thickening with frustration.
“I’m not standing out here anymore.
We’re going in.
They better have enough cum for all of us, and I’m not taking no for an answer!”
He threw open the door and strode inside, the others following close behind.
The sight that greeted them was pure chaos.
Kota was on the bed, his massive cock buried in Sebastian’s ass, while Theo was bent over in front of him, his lips wrapped around Sebastian’s cock.
All three of them were covered in sweat and cum and whipped cream, the cupid outfits long since torn to shreds.
The smell of sex was overwhelming, thick and musky and intoxicating.
Corey planted his hands on his hips and grinned.
“Room for four more?”